Do you believe in those things? Fairytales? The stories they tell their young
foals? babes to make their imaginations soar-–—— up, up, up into the sky and over the banisters, right into the fabled reality of space...
They know it is all lies[They're lies, aren't they, what the humans say?]... All fibs that they spout, yet they keep on feeding their children these made of ideas from exagerating mouths, flying minds and with soaring sanity, I'm sure... And...
-–——
It's not particularly that I'm envious, as if I could ever become envious.
Me. The pearl which shines through all of these damn forsakened lands of
Juno and-–—— what would I have to be envious for anyway? The ability to create conversation about magic and mystery? No, no. We don't do that here. No.
We just don't. Well, it isn't as if I don't know how to use it.
It comes in handy when you've watched the souls of your family get eaten wile their bones collapse inward and form into lumpy heaps, lifeless husks of dust and decay... And not even the good kind of husks either, nothing good for potion making.
Not to worry, they're re-animated now -–——
sometimes I'll look at them and say "My, dear sister, you haven't aged a day!"
It's funny, because she couldn't of. She's quite truly dead.
No one understands my humor. Not ones kind of humor, not really anyones.
She an animated corpse only used for magical purposes, but ahh, if it doesn't keep the ol' memories alive. And burning of course. Alive and
burning.-–——
You see, it's law around here, we do not talk about magic. It is the unspoken thing, which is wierd if you think about it. I mean, I use it all of the time. Bippity boppity, burn down this town and slice through those things. I don't know how I lived without it for so long as I did. Ahh, I'm breaking the law. Poor me.
Truly, simply it is my rule. Don't talk about magic. You know, I'm very clear about this sort of stuff, it's not as if I don't make sure everyone is well informed about what to do and not do. I am the king malignity after all. Though, it's not as if I go chopping heads off willy-nilly now. I do have self control, now hear me out.
Though the gullotine is my favorite. I restrain myself, I persist you. I hold back, for the feeble lots sake.
Back then, when I was young, I did not have the magic I contain in my grip now. And here we do not talk in earnest of what I did not once have. In this kingdom,
my kingdom, that would call for someone to dissapear. Only like, huh, magic...
-–——
Anyway, off topic.
What I want to talk to the lot of you about today is the magic problem. Hah, I did it again. I've got a little tale to tell you, it's a penchant story. I'm sure that you can stick through it. I mean, your Gaurdian spirits, you've been in this spot twiddling your... Thumbs???... For nearly a century. I should know, I've been waiting.
Story/history: [500 words]
Cordelia was a sweet girl. She cared for every creature, the birds and bees her little ones. The babbling brooks, every tree, too precious to touch or taint in her eyes.
Through the gap within her heart, laid an enormous abyss filled in with concrete lies and sedated consciousness. All of the differences within the world danced through that gaping abyss, a growing vibrato humming from the party which made itself home there, within her most vulnerable of spots. She let anyone carry her away with fairytales, and take home right within the hole in her heart. That was her tragic flaw. That and her dreamers voice, mind you.
My dear sister...
She would become the apple of anybodys gaze, strawberry sweet hair and a look so youthful it'd be a shame when it dissapeared someday. It'd take a lot to buy her, a lot to
own her, in a hierarchy all to its malign right, all to its own and utterly,
completely against her. Who she was, it didn't matter, darlings.
Ahh, a distressfuly cliche beginning, my dears. I know.
Although, it's easy to say, that wasn't all. She lived in a kingdom, a world maintained by the utmost of prejudicial society. Do not worry about that, since the years you've been unconscious [Oh, holy spirits, our mighty guardians of the lands] I've fixed that. I've ruled.
Within our world, anything in nature you think of, if you think of it hard enough, it can com true, as long as no rules are broken. Those are the fairy stories, the things they once told our young, those bloom into reality.
I've eradicated them.
That's why no ones able to use magic anymore. [Except for moi, a special snowflake.] Yes, I know, my own brilliance. This was decided almost a decade ago, when a stories fatal flaw of creation came into reality. A little foal told made up stories. From within a twisted mind came to life soft buds that turned into beasts. He dreamt of monstrous flowers, that he would slay. He couldn't do it. Lordy.
It was the flowers that killed her, you see. They were...
Much more than just monstrous. They ate through the flesh. They ate her soul, so many... Many souls.
-–——
And now, I see you asking me, what do we need, what can we do to keep this...
Magic, away from you, out of the human grip. And that is where I come in, for years now, I've maintained this kingdom all within its own being. Albeit, a little poorly, and with a biiiit of anger. I'll admit it. But, who can blame me?
I have one job, keep people from thinking about the fairy stories that plagued our world, take to the human lands... And... borrow the imagination for
ones my own self. Eat the imagination. It's a bit gruesome if you think about it for too long.
They think it's soft, they call it normal, they call it typical. Growing up... Right?
